King of Nothing - Something's Gotta Change [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Backwoods, raws and Juicy Jays
That shit got me super blazed
Every time we cruisin fade
Whip my shit like Kunta K
My bitch got a stupid frame
Bustin' out her bustier
Niggas think I'm new to game
Watch me take this new terrain
Ballin' every season, fuck the reason
This ain't Hoobastank
I just keep it g and stick to me
And you should do the same
Yo chick blew like hoover gang
No jif but she choosy, mayne
Only hit the booth with flames
My flow come raw like crudites
My mood has changed, I'm impatient now
Tryna Rule the game, so no playing now
With my crew and I came to shut fake shit down
If you're doing the same then let's take this crown
Let's get this paper
Need it now I can't get this later
Ain't no tellin' where this shit could take us
You ain't ready better get prepared, young nigga
All got goals and we all got dreams
All alone 'less you count my team
Lost my soul tryna count my green
So my heart turned cold but my mouth on freeze
Nights like this on knees I pray
Hope i find some peace today
Anywhere I be or stay, its all about a piece of change

[Chorus: King of Nothing and Brodie 20/20]
Ok I think that I'm the nigga baby
So what you gotta say?
I feel like everybody's trippin lately
So something's gotta change
You know I want it and I'm ready for it
See it in my eye
Swear I could run it if you let me shawty
Please don't act surprised

[Verse 2: King of Nothing]
Wake up in the mornin'
Bitch I hustle , shit and shower
Know some hoes that's out here on it bustin' tricks at happy hour
Swear that boy could be a crackhead
Better yet a killer
Why that tattoo on her back says
Money over niggas
Bought a half zip from my dealer and I gotta make it back
Dj fuck that shit you spinnin' cause you gotta play my track
Sittin' sideways in the 'lac
Might be swervin' in suburban
I was born to be insurgent
Rockin' ice instead of turbans
All my verses strongly worded I ain't holding my tongue
I may not be perfect, just as close as they come
You know that all these hoes been thirstin' cause they know I'm the one
I'm blowing smoke rings up her skirt she curl her toes when she come
You bitches do this for fun
I'm tryna stack up my funds
Workin' the whole week
No sleep, back on the run
Can't accept defeat I won't retreat 'till its done
Listen as my soul weeps to the beat of the drum

[Chorus]